My Poem...
How can she always carry a smile?
Cheerful and joyous all the while?
So happy a face, unknown to pains,Not a dream that I see,
but a face in sight
Like a blooming rose,
so lovely and bright,
Giving me hope for the unknown tomorrow,
As a silver lining in the clouds of sorrow.
Soothing my summers like showers of rains.
A photo, they say, is lifeless and stale,
Can't hear or speak, cant move as well,
yet close to my heart as it hangs at an end,
The memories it carries, are real, my friend.
By:Christian Manzanares
Production: OnCe LiVeD iN sOrRoW
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